A BEAUTIFUL BROKEN MIND
I Lied To The Queen About Her Big Day: Love Matters More Than Truth
I eventually ordered the chicken
Everything became crystal clear when I learned of the pregnant 80-year-old woman.
I struggled previously to understand one woman who ate the decorative plants. Peering at her from a different angle, I began envisioning a silk begonia between her teeth.
Absurd. But possible.
However, the scandalous pregnancy rumor pushed me to acknowledge the obvious, yet painful truth.
My source had a broken brain.
A rapidly aging woman strategically positioned her wheelchair at the dining table. She clutched a pen and a crumpled, overly loved piece of paper. Her smudged eyeglasses didn’t appear to phase her.
“Hi, Mom. What are you up to today?”
I knew the answer before my finger entered the security code, allowing me access to her Memory Care Unit.
Like yesterday, the days before, and tomorrow, we prepared to discuss grand plans for her birthday in June.
Her eyes lit up as I slid the chair closer. Her excitement bubbled over and the floodgates opened to share her freshly concocted ideas. Mom’s voice…
